Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
X-101,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.